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Shelter, the surrounding walls of safety and warmth. I found you in this wooden structure. As if every brick is only a skin that holds us together.

There is no way up and in except on foot. The narrow pebbled path will bring you right to the front door. Our house will seem modest, small, from the out. Yet inside are lifetimes of love and laughter. So big, so full. The roof is peppered with moss, the eaves home to wild life and years of weather. I found us here. Our castle.

Open the door, feel the smokey heat of a smoldering hearth. Smell the whispers of a feast fit for my king. The kitchen will never be barren, the stove never unlit. Our friends will settle into the chairs, eating, drinking, knowing they are home. We will grow old here, feeding each other, celebrating every day.

Sanctuary.

This is our kingdom. Our rules. No one will ever be turned back, we will make love in every nook, fill with memories every cranny. I found you here. I found myself. I was surprised how easy it was. To fill a space with us.

No night will end in crisis. We will tear into crisp linens and build a fortress out of pillows. You will sleep so deep that the night time will envy your starry eyes. Our bed will float above it all. Nothing can touch us here.

Wrinkled toes, hot water gone tepid while the days rinse away. I will wash your back, get behind your ears. You will brush the tangles from my hair. It hurts but I let you. Home. Here with you.

This garden, wild, tenacious, ours. We belong to each other. Every shy crocus, a reminder that one season gives up to the next. Every day a rebel cry. It is ours. The lights will always burn. Home.